When shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

When the hurlyburly’s done,
When the battle’s lost and won.

I come, Graymalkin!

Paddock calls.

Anon.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air!

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